Page 57 of His Last Nerve

I ran. Boots to the fucking ground, I ran. My pistol was in the waistband of my jeans, and I knew there was a very strong chance I might have to kill a man tonight, especially if that man touched her.

No one was allowed to touch her.

Except me.

I heard a muffed scream from the small alley way behind the local diner. I came to a halt when I rounded the corner.

Green eyes.

Green eyes were staring back at me, pleading with me.

Pleadingforme.

She was pressed against the wall, front first, a man’s hand in her hair, his other hand was trying to push down her jeans. “Denver!” she cried.

I saw red.

Blood.

Fucking.

Red.

The man noticed me and paled. He immediately let go of her and tried to back up, but I wasthere. My fist slammed into his jaw as the other grabbed his hair. I walked us backwards until his back hit the wall, I pinned him there as punched him until I heard the crunch of bones and pain radiated from my fist.

I didn’t care.

He touched her.

I spun him around, holding him still by the hair, and with my free, bloodied hand, I shoved the back of his loose pants down. “How do you like it, huh?”

He was crying. The little pussy.

“Please! Please—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed, getting my pistol out. I spread his legs by kicking them open with my boot. “You like that?” I taunted, my jaw tightening to the point of pain as I pressed the gun to his limp, poor excuse of a dick from behind.

“Please! Oh, God,” he cried. “I’m sorry!”

“Men like you don’t deserve to have dicks,” I hissed, yanking his hair back further. “Men like you get raped in prison. You ready to be someone’s little bitch boy?”

The man was shaking now.

“You don’t touchmywoman. You don’t look atmywoman. You don’t think about her green eyes. You don’t think about her pretty hair. You don’t think about her enchanting face.”

“Okay! Okay! Please!”

I leaned in close to his ear. “Ya boy got three bullets in his body before I burned it,” I said, my voice low. He stiffened, and I chuckled. “One in the dick, one in the chest, and one in the stomach. Bam. Bam.Bam.”

“I’ll do anything—”

“You’ll stick around,” I ordered.

“But—”

I cut off his whimpering. “You’ll stick around, or when I find you—and I will—I’ll rape you with barbed wire.”

After a moment, he nodded, still shaking. I released him with a growl and stepped back as the man pulled his pants up.

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